That Bench Is My Dear. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

That Bench Is My Dear.



For the last one week I reline on this,
A teak-wood bench brought to the new house built.
I made it with a two feet wide piece of teak
About fifty years back for parents' use.
I develop some attachment towards this
As it's going to bear my body for last bath.
It will be handy and more suitable
For my son to use for that occasion.
12.09.2014

Saturday, September 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gajanan Mishra 20 September 2014

good writing, I like it, thanks.

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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